Xiao Tian O dresses up as a villain and fake young master

Chapter 9

Teng Yingzhi let go of his hand and was about to move immediately, but suddenly Teng Song pinched his chin with two fingers and raised it slightly.

This move that looked like teasing made Teng Yingzhi slightly startled. She blinked her big eyes and looked at Teng Song who was slowly approaching, and her ears turned red unconsciously.

Before he could react, Teng Song said: "It's a little swollen. Remember to apply medicine later."

Teng Yingzhi said oh, and he could feel it himself. When he woke up, he felt pain in his cheek.

Teng Song said again: "Apply it yourself."

"I know!" Teng Yingzhi pinched her hot ears and whispered, "I didn't ask you to help me..."

After saying that, they both ate their midnight snacks. People looked very polite when eating and made almost no sound.

In the silence, Teng Yingzhi suddenly remembered something, tilted his head and said, "Brother, I forgot to make dessert today because I have something to do. I'll make it tomorrow and send it to your study."

Teng Yingzhi responded: "Okay."

"Why did you come back a day late this time? Huh?" Teng Yingzhi chatted casually with him.

Basically, my brother would come back on the 14th, almost unstoppable. He would come back on the 14th, stay at home for a week and then leave, and he would not come back until the 14th of next month. This had been the case for two years.

Teng Song was lost in thought for a moment, and then said calmly: "Business matters, I can't push them away."

In fact, given his status, there is nothing he can't push away. Yesterday, he was indeed involved in official matters. It's not that he can't push it away, but he doesn't want to push it away. It's just that Teng Song didn't expect that this restlessness would be so severe. He could tolerate it before and would not be disturbed. In the past two years, I don't know if I have relied too much on Yingzhi's aroma of wine, but suddenly it caused such a big withdrawal reaction just one day later.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Teng Yingzhi nodding obediently, but without asking any further questions, he couldn't help but reach out and pat him on the head.

Teng Yingzhi almost choked and glared at him angrily.

After saying good night to each other after eating, Teng Yingzhi returned the dishes and chopsticks to the kitchen and returned to the room.

He looked in the mirror while taking a shower and was immediately startled by the purple handprint. He didn't expect it to be so obvious. Fortunately, I applied ice for a long time just after the beating and applied medicine in time, so the swelling was not serious and should subside by tomorrow morning.

He Ji really hated the original owner so much that he attacked him so cruelly.

Forget about birthdays, he doesn't have a birthday this year, it's He Ji's birthday. But the Chinese New Year came soon after his birthday, and Teng Yingzhi was worried that the bruises had not completely faded by the New Year. He didn't want to go to pay New Year greetings to his grandfather with a slap mark on his face. Grandpa will definitely not be able to spare He Ji by then, and He Ji will blame him again.

As he depressedly applied medicine to his face, he cursed and greeted He Ji in his heart.

Early the next morning, Teng Yingzhi felt that he had slept a little too much, and his head was swollen and painful. He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth in confusion. He also looked at his cheeks and found that the swelling had indeed subsided, but the bruises had become more obvious over time and turned purple. .

Uncle Lu knocked on his door and came in and asked, "Young master, let me ask you about the main building, where do you have breakfast?"

"Dad, did you ask?" Basically, three meals a day are served. When do you need to ask deliberately about eating in the main building?

Uncle Lu paused before saying, "My wife asked."

Teng Yingzhi understood immediately.

This didn't seem to be a question, it was his mother's hint to him not to show his face in front of He Ji and to stay well in his own small building. Even his mother's original words may not have simply asked him where to eat, but asked him not to go there. Uncle Lu probably polished it because he was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable.

"Let's eat here. I want to eat shrimp dumplings and egg pancakes." Teng Yingzhi accepted it calmly. After everything he had done last night, whether he was sad or not, it was already an unchangeable fact.

His mother will hate him more and more, and his father will gradually become distant and disgusted with him. If it happens once and for all, he won't have to do anything else.

When his brother turns to He Ji's side and looks at him like an ant like in the comics, maybe he will burst into tears.

"By the way, where is my brother?" Teng Yingzhi asked.

Uncle Lu immediately replied: "Mr. Teng went to the main building early in the morning."

Teng Yingzhi was a little disappointed. Did his brother go to have breakfast with them?

"I know, I'll be down in a minute." Teng Yingzhi put the electric toothbrush into his mouth and said vaguely.

Uncle Lu looked at Teng Yingzhi with eyes filled with the love and compassion of an elder, but he also knew that everything he said was empty talk in this situation, so he nodded and went out.

Teng Yingzhi finished washing up in a low mood, changed her clothes, picked up her mobile phone, and went downstairs to have breakfast. She saw a new message on the way and clicked on it, which was a message from Teng Song.

Blank nickname: [Call me during breakfast. ]

Teng Yingzhi paused, her heart was lifted high, and she typed: [Brother, haven't you had breakfast yet? ]

The other side quickly replied: [Did you call me? 】

Teng Yingzhi's depression was swept away in an instant. Then he remembered that his brother's living room and study room were on the main building. He might have gone to the study room to do some work in the early morning. He smiled so hard that his eyebrows curled up and he said, "I'm calling you now." , it's time to eat, come back soon! ]

Blank nickname: [ Got it. 】

Teng Yingzhi put away her cell phone, walked briskly, and happily ran into the kitchen to tell the chef to add more dishes.

He waited in the restaurant for a while and felt that it was almost time to come from the main building, so he ran all the way to the lobby and happened to see Teng Song push the door open and come in. He was obviously at home, but he was dressed very formally, a knee-length black coat, underneath a two-row suit with a narrow collar and a slim waist, which made his figure more slender and straight, ascetic and noble.

At this time, his head and shoulders were covered with snow, and he was taking off his coat and handing it to the servant beside him.

Teng Yingzhi ran over, smelled the crisp cold air outside, and asked with a smile: "Is it snowing outside again?"

Teng Song stroked the snow on her hair and looked down at Teng Yingzhi's smiling face. , noticing that he seemed to be in a good mood, with no expression on his face but his eyes were obviously much gentler, "You've been up for so long and you haven't even looked out the window?"

The two of them walked to the restaurant together. There was a rustle of goose feathers and heavy snow outside the window, and the room was as warm as In spring, both of them walked very lightly.

When we sat down in the restaurant, a variety of sumptuous breakfasts were already placed on the table.

Teng Yingzhi took a sip of sweet soy milk and saw Teng Song picking up the hot towel on the tray and wiping his left hand. He didn't wipe his right hand at all. He couldn't help but ask: "Brother, what's on your right hand? After eating. Don't you want to wipe it?"

As if to punish him for talking too much, Teng Yan directly dragged the tray of shrimp dumplings in front of him to him, not being used to it at all. "Don't ask if you shouldn't."

Teng Yingzhi looked at the shrimps with distress . Dumplings, just leave one for him!

Teng Song looked at his regretful expression and smiled in his heart. After a tray of shrimp dumplings, he regretted asking this question? If he really wiped it, he would regret it, because Teng Song would probably choose to make him cry and touch it again.

However, the smell of wine on my hands is getting weaker and weaker, and it should be washed off by noon at most.

"Eat honestly."

"Oh..."

Teng Song really didn't leave any of the tray of shrimp dumplings for him in the end. Even in his oppressive eyes, the servant didn't dare to give Teng Ying another tray. new.

After dinner, Teng Yingzhi strolled in the hall for a while to eat, and by the way looked at the snow scene through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It was snowing so hard, and the snow scene in grandpa's garden must be very beautiful. While he was watching the snow, Teng Song was processing OA information on his mobile phone on the sofa not far away. The two of them did not disturb each other, but they relied on each other. At this moment, neither one could do without the other.

After a while, Teng Yingzhi went to the kitchen and was going to make the dessert that Teng Song had promised. Teng Song also put away her phone and followed him to the kitchen.

The smell on his hands became weaker and weaker, almost disappearing. Even the smell on Teng Yingzhi's body was very light, which may be related to his emotions. Teng Song has also found a pattern in the past two years. When Teng Yingzhi does not have excessive emotional ups and downs, the aroma of wine on his body is light.

Teng Song was a little irritable, but within the tolerance range and didn't feel much discomfort.

He watched Teng Yingzhi pour the whiskey into the deep plate, and in order to divert his attention, he asked aloud: "What are you pouring wine for?"

"I'll soak the biscuits later." Teng Yingzhi was very skillful in every step.

Before he came here, Teng Yingzhi's first eighteen years were filled with music, chess, calligraphy, painting and various languages, which made him breathless. He was a high-end decoration for the family to display to the outside world, and he had to be proficient and perfect in everything. , Chinese and foreign desserts are no exception.

That is to say, his father felt that cooking was a servant's job and that oil fumes were not worthy of polluting Teng Yingzhi's hair, so he did not require him to master cooking skills.

In the past, Teng Ying felt heavy when making desserts because her father had to test her results. Because every day, every item is filled with things he doesn't like but must do.

It's very different now. If I make desserts for my brother, he will be happy if he is happy.

Because my brother is soft-spoken and short-handed, if He Ji seduces him, he will think of eating his own dessert for two years, so he will be gentler with him.

"The wine will be very flavorful after you try it. You will like it." Teng Yingzhi was busy around the central island in a loose yellow sweater. Teng Song looked at him and felt like he was like a little duck that had just broken out of its shell and got dizzy.

"No whiskey, just peach wine." Teng Song said suddenly. His eyes fell on Teng Yingzhi quietly, as if he was observing.

Teng Ying was stunned, "The alcohol content of the fruit wine is very low, so you may not be able to taste the wine."

"It doesn't matter." Teng Song's eyes remained unchanged.

Teng Yingzhi rummaged around and asked Uncle Lu to check in the wine cellar, but there should be no fruit wine at home, because no one drank it, and banquet guests would not serve fruit wine. As expected, Uncle Lu replied that there was no wine cellar, so if he really needed it, he would have to have it delivered immediately.

Teng Yingzhi shrugged at Teng Song and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Because his pheromone smells like peach wine, and the pheromone has a slightly private smell. If someone drinks peach wine in front of him, he feels that he may feel a little awkward.

Teng Song didn't answer for a while, as if he was deep in thought. He tried several times, but judging from Ying Zhi's appearance, he didn't seem to be able to smell the special aroma of wine on his body.

After so many years, Teng Song no longer thinks about why.

"Then let someone give it away." Teng Song subconsciously rubbed the center of his brow again. Even though he knew it would have no effect, he just took it as a comfort to his heart.

Uncle Lu responded and was about to go down. Teng Yingzhi didn't know why her brother insisted on using peach wine, but she couldn't help but stretched out her hand to stop Uncle Lu. "No, I'll go out and buy it. I just want to go out and get some fresh air."

Otherwise, wait for a while. Mom and dad are about to bring He Ji over, and that's not a key plot point. There won't be a flashback if he hides.

Of course you have to hide if you can, otherwise you will be unlucky again if you bump into He Ji.

Teng Song immediately responded: "I'll accompany you."

"Okay, let's go together!" Teng Yingzhi was overjoyed, but when she took off her apron, she slowly came back to her senses.

Why does he feel like his brother is following him?

Starting from breakfast, my brother followed me wherever I went.

This idea quickly disappeared from her mind. Teng Ying went upstairs to change her clothes and wore a mask to cover the bruises on her cheeks. When she came down, she saw Teng Song had already put on her coat and was waiting for him by the door, holding a bag in her hand. Holding a black umbrella, there was a layer of vague irritability in his eyes.

Teng Song hid himself well, and Teng Yingzhi didn't notice anything unusual about him. He ran briskly and walked with him into the heavy snow of winter.

Teng Song held up an umbrella and took Omega, who was smelling of peach wine, into his arms.